Happy Monday everyone! I’m still transcribing my first session with Robert as well as the Ask Erik answers to the winner of that submission. It takes a long time with these fingers which, for some reason, seemed to have turned into nubs with a mind of their own or fat little Vienna Sausages that can’t seem to avoid typing 2 to 3 keys at once. Indecisive wieners. Hmm.
Of course, children have always been so dear to my heart even after raising five of them through the teenage years. That’s why anything Erik says about child spirits perk my interest. Erik adored children so much. The last joy he had just 30 minutes or so before he took his life was playing peek-a-boo with his niece, Arleen, through the posts along the stairwell. It was a half-hearted attempt at best.
Me: How are children’s souls treated when they die? Do they grow up there? Can they be any age they want including an adult, and who takes care of them? Maybe I should have done these one at a time, but go ahead. Let’s see what you remember.
Jamie (giggling): First he made a smart-ass comment that I refuse to say!
Erik: Children are treated like spirits. They’re treated like anyone else that passes away.
Jamie: The only difference he can think of is if the child–
Jamie (to Erik): So we could say… Give me some examples.
Erik: Okay. If the child’s spirit is a baby and dies very young or dies in the belly from miscarriage or abortion, cord strangulation, stillbirth, anything like that, that’s such a short life.
Jamie (to Erik): What’s a short life?
Erik: Pretty much from zero when the spirit decides to enter the body and I’ll say five. Five years old.
Jamie: He calls that a short life.
As a parent who’s lost a son, I say when I survive my child, theirs is a short life.
Erik: A short life means that the child hasn’t been influenced by the culture or society to let go of the beliefs that they came in with.
Me: Mm hm.
Erik: So, their connection to the afterlife is still pretty strong. If they’re passing from five and below, they pretty much know their shit, so when they get back, everyone’s like, “Hey, you’re here again! How have you been?” And they have that calmness, that knowingness, that familiarity. There’s really zero trauma. Zero trauma.
Yeah, for them, but…
Erik: Because they’re like, “I was just here! Hey!”
Me: It’s like one of those revolving doors in a high rise.
Erik: Yes, and, if they choose, they can stay that age or they can grow from that age and grow with the family annually to be a part of them. For me, I like being my age. I think I’m staying this way. In fact I think that if I got older, I’d look pretty stupid cuz my maturity level is not going to go beyond what it is right now.
Jamie and I laugh.
Me: That’s probably true!
Jamie: So, he would look like he didn’t have all his marbles together.
Me: Who said he did?
(Pause as Jamie smiles and moves her head and body as if she’s either trying to follow Erik’s movements.)
Jamie (to Erik): What are you doing?
Jamie: He’s checking his pockets. He’s pretending to dig through his pockets to find his marbles as proof to you that he had them all.
Me (chuckling): That’s a good one. All right, so, what about babies when they cross over? Does somebody have to take care of them if they want to, if they want to remain a baby?
Erik: Yeah, if they want to stay a baby and grow, it’s not like in humans though, Mom. It’s not like they need to be fed or they need to be dressed or they need to be protected.
Me: But nurtured, right?
Erik: Sure. Nurtured. Absolutely. But the things that you think of like sleepless nights and rocking and stuff like that, that’s not what we mean when we’re babied.
Erik: It’s kind of like, just thinking of it in terms of size, just being small or simple. Simplicity. Then we grow into accepting more knowledge.
Me: Who takes, uh, is there a place like a nursery where they take care of them or do the deceased relatives take care of them or what? I mean, they just don’t go crawling around with a diaper on out in the ethers!
Erik: No, no, no. No diapers needed. Wherever they think they want to be, they go. They have the same intelligence as an independent spirit would in the afterlife. They’re not helpless. They are not helpless at all.
Erik: They can communicate. They might not have had the English language on Earth, but they can speak loud and proud as soon as they let go of their body!
Erik: There’s nothing that’s being mistranslated. What they might want, like you said, is nurturing, companionship.
(My retorts show that I have a great deal of contribution to the conversation.)
Erik: Commonly, it’ll be from those who have passed away in that family structure, that lineage. If that’s not there, it’s the guides of the parents.
Erik: So, the family unit still stays together until time passes, and then that child can decide, are they going to stay and kind of—
Jamie (to Erik): Linearly? Is that a word? Lin-e-ar-ly. (She over-pronounces the word as if to keep herself from stumbling over it. Sometimes when Jamie channels, it’s like she forgets words. That’s because they go straight from the spirit through her mouth, bypassing the brain. She rarely remembers any part of these sessions.)
Erik: —play out that life with the family that they tried to come [into], or are they going to kind of remove their energy from it and place themselves into another lifetime?
Me: Okay. Interesting. Now, why are children and babies and pets—why are they able to see spirits sometimes, and why does that eventually fade away? I suppose they fade away because they—at least the children and babies—get indoctrinated by the parents, right?
Erik: Yep. They tell them, “Good!” “Bad!” “That’s not right!” “That’s wroooonnnng!”
Me: Well, why are they able to see spirits?
Erik: Pure energy.
Me: Can you make that a whole sentence, please!
Erik: Cuz they’re not getting fucked up or mucked up by other belief systems.
Me: So, everybody, who doesn’t, uh, I mean if I didn’t have a belief system and wasn’t all messed up or “tainted” would I be able to see spirits?
Me: Like babies do?
Me: Okay. Interesting.
Erik: That’s why pets, cats and dogs, continue to do it. Because they don’t sign up for our belief system.
Me: That’s true. I see my cats; they look up into this empty space and purr or keep following something with their eyes. Same thing with Bella, my dog. She’ll bark at the stairway even though it’s empty. Nobody’s there, except maybe Erik.
Erik: That’s me.
Me: Of course it is!